The
Pileated Woodpecker
Come along with me, my
friend, on the trail by the sea,
See the distant vistas, smell
the pines and see the sea,
Let us sit us here a spell,
have a little rest,
Here the pileated peckerwood
has been known to nest.
Forget about the roilings of
the feelings and the woes,
Smell the brine that nips the
nostrils as the wind o’er oceans blows,
Why should we be bothered?
Let life’s billows roil and fest,
For here the pileated
peckerwood has been known to nest.
Sit and watch the sea with
me, see with me the sea,
Let the moist winds dissipate
your implacidity,
With a calm serenity make
heart and soul affiliated,
Look! Look! A peckerwood! And
he’s pileated!
Bobby Lee Goosey
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